Sister, please help me practice

Chapter 77
"call--"

An Muxi breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately opened his eyes, which were filled with deep pain and sadness.

Under the influence of "Meng Sui Terrace", she had a dream, dreaming that her father died in battle, her mother committed suicide with hatred, and her sister's body was finally found in the deep mountains and old forests.

Even after waking up and knowing that these things were all dreams, illusions, and unrealities, she still felt a throbbing pain in her heart, and her depression could not be calmed down for a long time, and she couldn't help but start fantasizing in her mind.

What if these things were true?
Will these things happen in the future?

"Chu Ming..."

When people are saddest and most helpless, the first thing they think of is the person they most want to rely on.

An Muxi looked around in a panic like a lost child, wanting to find that tall and straight figure, longing for him to give her a warm hug and comfort her.

However, when she stepped down from the "Meng Sui Terrace" and her eyes froze, she found Chu Ming squatting in the corner with her head bowed.

"Chu Ming?"

An Muxi slowly came to him and squatted down, most of the pain in her heart dissipated due to worry, and she cared softly.

"Chu Ming? What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing...just not feeling well."

Chu Ming forced a stiff smile, took a few deep breaths before slowly getting up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Master is really hard to deal with!

This kind of goblin will one day have to take her into her arms and humiliate her wantonly, so as not to let her do evil!
"Would you like to go back and take a rest?"

An Muxi mistakenly believed that Chu Ming also dreamed of bad scenes when he was practicing on the "Meng Sui Terrace", so he supported him by the shoulder and said softly.

"Should I take a Bing Xin Dan? It might be better."

"fine."

Chu Ming shook his head lightly, then asked abruptly with a solemn face.

"Senior sister, can you teach me swordsmanship?"

"Swordsmanship?"

Seeing Chu Ming's serious look, An Muxi was taken aback for a moment, and then his heart was filled with joy, but he was still a little puzzled.

"You want to practice sword?"

"What? Can't I fix it?"

Facing Chu Ming's rhetorical question, An Muxi sighed and said softly.

"It's not that it can't be cultivated, it's just that sword repair requires a strong enough talent."

"You also know that the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. People without talent can only learn its shape, but they can't understand its meaning at all. Do you understand what I said?"

"I see."

Chu Ming smiled slightly.

"But I still want to try, if it doesn't work, I'll give up."

"..."

Seeing that Chu Ming was so persistent, it was hard for An Muxi to say something to persuade him to give up.

Rather, she was looking forward to Chu Ming's accomplishments in alchemy, and how different he would be in sword cultivation.

"Since you want to practice swordsmanship, let me emphasize the basics first."

An Muxi's eyes turned cold for an instant, and his originally gentle demeanor suddenly changed, his expression was solemn and solemn, and he emphasized in a concentrated voice like a strict teacher.

"First, you must have a good sword."

"I'm ready for this."

Chu Ming smiled slightly, and immediately took out the keel from the interspatial bag, and waved it casually twice.

"Sister, what do you think of this?"

"???"

An Muxi's eyes widened, her red lips parted slightly, and she hesitated to say something, but in the end she didn't have the nerve to say it.

Is this bone a sword?

Have you opened your eyes today?If you don't open your eyes, I really want to open your eyelids to let you take a good look. Could this thing be a sword?
This is similar to the sword!

An Muxi kneaded her sore brows, pinched her waist with her hands, and lost her breath.

"Put it away! Is this the sword?!"

"Let's go, let's go to the Palace of Affairs to pick a sword first, and then talk about sword repair."

"Senior sister, you don't need to buy a sword. After all, who said that a sword must look like a sword."

Chu Ming gently stroked the keel helplessly, and a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, senior sister, how about I go to Bailian Peak and find someone to polish this bone into a sword?"

"!?"

An Muxi was full of doubts, but at this moment, an untimely dragon chant suddenly sounded beside her ears.

"Boy, do you dare to polish this dragon's keel into a sword? I think you are dying!"

"What's wrong?"

Chu Ming conveyed his thoughts to the keel in his heart.

"Could it be possible that you can still use this keel when you reshape your body in the future? Besides, even if you can use it, wouldn't it be cool to turn the ribs into the shape of a sword? It won't affect your actions."

"..."

Heilong fell silent, actually imagining the scene Chu Ming described in his mind.

Ribs into the shape of a sword?

Thinking about it this way, it seems pretty cool!
However, after some thought, Heilong still refused, with a very disdainful tone.

"No, how can this dragon's noble keel be ruined by you kid?"

"Besides, do you really think that there are humans who can polish the keel of this dragon? I'm afraid they can't even scrape off some bone meal!"

hiss--!
It seems to be such a reason!

These words reminded Chu Ming and made him frown.

If you look at the strength of the black dragon that was able to fight against the top of the Tianyan sect before, ordinary people really can't polish its keel.

What should I do?
Is it possible to just watch such an excellent magic weapon idle?
Seeing Chu Ming's tangled look, An Muxi carefully looked at the keel in his hand, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, this crystal clear keel is by no means mortal!
Where did Chu Ming get this thing?
But if it is not a mortal thing, it is not impossible to use it as a sword to cultivate a sword...

After thinking for a while, An Muxi walked up to Chu Ming and held out his right hand.

"Chu Ming, can you show me the bone in your hand?"

"It's called a keel! It's not a bone! Little girl, you actually despise me!"

Hearing the angry roar in his ears, Chu Ming sighed helplessly, and handed over the keel casually.

However, the moment An Muxi held it, his face flushed suddenly, and the keel fell to the ground in an instant with a crisp "ding dong" sound.

"Sister?"

Chu Ming picked up the keel in doubt, while An Muxi hugged his trembling right arm and said in horror.

"Why is this bone so heavy?"

"Heavy?"

Chu Ming looked at the keel in his hand with a confused expression, and tried to swing it a few times, but he couldn't feel its weight at all, as if it was similar to a plastic stick.

Does this thing have weight?
But on the contrary, for Chu Ming's casual face, An Muxi stared at him as if he had seen a ghost, and took it again in disbelief, but still couldn't pick it up.

?

Now Chu Ming finally realized the weirdness of the situation, and the proud voice of the black dragon sounded at the right time.

"Do you really think anyone can take away the keel of this dragon?"

"Boy, you can swing it so easily because this dragon makes it lose weight to you. But for others, this keel weighs a million catties!"

(End of this chapter)